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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Today's #flashfiction The Hurricane Effect

“Marco! Polo!
Marco! Polo!”

The Blair
Witch Project* #quote

CJ's comin' over today so that'll be fun. Also my other friend
tomorrow, so that'll be fun. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Hurricane Effect

The hurricane roared and threw buildings apart people fled wherever
they could, leaving everything behind to avoid being caught in its
wake. The damage was catastrophic. News stations covered the
disasters far and wide. Countries away even. The newcaster relayed
the story while the footage played behind him from a country he'd
never heard of before.

Carl felt quite depressed. Doing the news made him decent money, but
covering so many terrible things in the world rots the heart. The
worst thing was that he knew he didn't feel an incredible amount of
empathy for the people in the hurricane because he'd covered so many
disasters over the years he'd grown numb to suffering. Disasters,
murders, kidnappings. An old, famous, newscaster, people were
familiar with him and he kept his good looks as he aged so they never
replaced him. As he lived alone he kept becoming more apathetic to
the world.

The newscaster walked through the park on his usual route home.
However the guilt he felt for feeling nothing about the hurricane
made him walk with a depressed slump off center of the sidewalk. Carl
bumped into a flower on a bush where a butterfly was sitting and it
flapped its wings then flew off. It caught Carl's attention, cheering
him up with its bright colors and distraction from the thoughts in
his mind. He felt compelled to follow it, and it led him to a bench
where he met a woman that would take away his apathy and fill his
heart with feeling once again.